Manfred said as he put down the suitcase he had been carrying, opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper from the dark compartment inside and handed it to the old man.

"This is a letter of thanks written to you by the Führer himself, praising you for your contribution to the Empire."

The old man was already excited when he heard Leon call himself a "hero", but now when he heard the thank you letter written by Leon himself, his face suddenly turned pale, and his chest rose and fell violently.

He trembled and reached out to take the piece of paper, carefully opened it, looked at it carefully, and then cried "Wow", muttering something like "Long live the Empire" or "Long live the Führer."

Manfred and the others were suddenly embarrassed, and they didn't know whether to interrupt or let him continue crying.

"Uh, sir." In the end, Claire patted the old man on the shoulder, "That...... You can take this commendation back with you and enjoy it slowly, but we still have a task ahead of us, can you give us something first? ”

When the old man heard this, he remembered that there was something else, and hurriedly took out a valuable handkerchief from his chest, wiped the tears and snot on his face, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I couldn't control my ......."

Then he walked back to his desk and took out a box from it and handed it to the two of them.

"The new identification and the keys to the safe house are all inside." "The location of the safe house is in room 4102, 4th floor, 388 San Ann Ventto Road. As for security, don't worry, the only one who knows the location is General Heydrich. ”

"Well, thanks, then we'll go first." Manfred took the box, thanked him, and then turned and walked to the door.

"Two of you go slowly, I won't send it." The old man waved his hand, then picked up Leon's handwritten letter again and "sucked" it, as if he could feel Leon's temperature on it.

388 rue Saint-Antoine is not far from the department store, and the two walked almost 800 meters according to the map to see the building.

Climbing up the fourth floor, Manfred and Claire quickly found room 4102.

"This house has been uninhabited for so long, it must be very dirty. Claire, you duck back first, and be careful not to let the dust in the house blow you up. Manfred reminded Claire as he removed the key from the box.

"I didn't even bring a rag." Claire said and took two steps back, hiding behind Manfred, "I don't know if there's anything in the room, if not, I'll run down and buy it." ”

Just as the two of them were thinking about how to clean it later, Manfred unscrewed the door, but the expected dust did not appear, but instead there was a faint smell of lemon - the room had clearly been cleaned.

The two of them glanced at each other, and their faces changed at the same time.

Claire gently placed the suitcase in her right hand on the ground, then reached under her skirt and pulled out the Sauer 38(H) pistol that was fixed to her thigh, and Manfred also opened her trench coat and pulled a Walter PPK from the armpit belt.

The two men walked into the suite with skilful indoor tactical maneuvers covering each other, but found nothing unusual except for a note on the bed.

Manfred put away his gun in confusion, picked up the note, looked at it twice, and smiled.

"What's going on? Who left it? What is written on it? Claire remained vigilant.

"The old gentleman left it." "He said he had come to clean the suite, and he wanted us to have a comfortable place to stay before we moved, and he told us not to worry about a third person knowing the location of the safe house." ”

The two remembered the trembling steps of the department store president.

Claire also put away the pistol, then stretched out her hand to tuck the slightly disheveled hair behind her ear, and said with a smile: "The old gentleman really has a heart." ”

"Well, I don't know what happened to the others." Manfred muttered as he moved his two suitcases into the bedroom, "Conrad's route into Paris is dangerous, I'm a little worried......"

"Conrad, they're like monkeys, why are you worried about them?" Claire made her bed and said without looking back, "On the contrary, the other three squads are more worthy of our concern, they act together as a team, and they are easier to be discovered by the French than the scattered entry of our Alpha squad." ”

"Let's hope nothing goes wrong." Manfred put away his luggage, clapped his hands and said, "This operation is like a sophisticated instrument, and any failure in any link may lead to the collapse of the whole situation, and then all of us will have no shame to go back to see the Führer." ”

Yes, this time the Paris plan of action was quite tight, and the implications were huge, not only did the "Ghost" troops arrive in Paris, but even some of the Gestapo's shadows who were rooted in the depths of France and had never been activated were mobilized.

And after spending so much effort on Germany, the value of the target of the action will naturally not be small.

The operation had to deal with a total of four targets: the town hall building in the 4th arrondissement of Paris, the headquarters of the Banque de France in the 1st arrondissement, the Palais de Brennes in the 7th arrondissement (the seat of the French Ministry of Defense), and the Élysée Palace, located in the 8th arrondissement, known as the core of French power!

"Claire, check what the weapon Gry is for, we'll go out and step on it later." Manfred pulled a pile of makeup out of the box and said to Claire as he looked in the mirror and smeared it on his face.

"Oh." Claire nodded, stood up and walked to the huge closet in the bedroom that was clinging to the wall, reaching out and groping under the cupboard.

Soon, she felt an irregular bulge.

"Click!" As Claire pressed the bulge in, the cabinet made a slight mechanical snapping sound, and then automatically slid to the left, revealing a huge closet hidden behind the cabinet.

Claire stood up satisfied, and began to count the contents.

"Two STG-44 assault rifles, a G41 semi-automatic rifle with a Zeiss six-fold optical scope, a box of M39 grenades and a box of plastic explosives and matching detonators...... Wow, and two big guys – Iron Fist Bazooka! Claire happily touched these old guys, "It's all very well maintained, and the Gestapo has put a lot of effort into it." ”

"That's nature, after all, the blood is all shed by us." An unfamiliar male voice appeared behind Claire.

It was a middle-aged man.

"Man...... Manfred? Claire turned her head, looked at the "middle-aged man" in front of her, and asked tentatively.

"Looks like I've improved a lot in my disguise technique." Manfred regained his voice, laughing with a wrinkled face.

Claire quickly understood something, she slapped her forehead and lamented, "Wouldn't it? Middle-aged women? ”

"Yes." Manfred continued, "Go get your makeup, and we'll go around the town hall, my dear Miss Claire...... No, it should be Lady Chrissy. ”